[Ah, it would have been so much better if he'd just been able to finish what he'd started. If he'd just been able to work a little harder, be a little better, then maybe Siffrin wouldn't be here right now, holding his hands through the bars, clutching at him like they don't want to ever let go.
There's a thread of guilt somewhere in his heart, but he lays it to rest. Here and now, it isn't about him. It isn't about his wishes, or his feelings; it's only about what he can and can't do for those he's already hurt with his mistakes. He wants to mend. Instead of hurting, he wants to mend.
So he leans forward, and through the bars, he places a gentle kiss against their forehead. Soft and fond, like an elder brother, like a caretaker, like a teacher, like someone who holds those within his life so dear. And he'll hold their hands tightly, too, until he no longer can.]
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There's a thread of guilt somewhere in his heart, but he lays it to rest. Here and now, it isn't about him. It isn't about his wishes, or his feelings; it's only about what he can and can't do for those he's already hurt with his mistakes. He wants to mend. Instead of hurting, he wants to mend.
So he leans forward, and through the bars, he places a gentle kiss against their forehead. Soft and fond, like an elder brother, like a caretaker, like a teacher, like someone who holds those within his life so dear. And he'll hold their hands tightly, too, until he no longer can.]